Hence her sitting around the house a little too much. She also began to take Ricky for granted thinking his earnings were for her benefit alone. She d...veloped the taste for the so called finer things in life.She pushed for a bigger house even though they had no kids. Expensive cars, jewelry and clothes became the norm. Ricky never thought anything of her spending thinking if it made her happy then it was worth it. Her desire for extravagance carried over to Valentine’s Day as well. She wanted. See, that's what I mean when I saythings have their price? The price is how badly things can affect you -like how depressed you felt after you broke up with Mark." It's even worse than that," I mused. "It's probably what caused me tobreak up with him in the first place." And I'd thought it was all thehormones' fault! Erica was making huge sense with this line ofreasoning. And to think - when I first met her I thought she was justan airhead blonde! "Erica, do you think you're left-brained?. .will you do it. Please, Please,Please?" Knowing I wanted to do it, just for the thrill of being on adate... a slow smile told Becky that my answer was, yes.The next day or two my thoughts turned back to the shop rememberingwhat dress would be nice to wear. What shoes would go with it. How myhair would be styled...egad I was so feminine in my mind as I wantedthis date...I wanted to be Molly. But for now with my parents about toreturn the next day more plans had to be hatched. My last night. " She removed her hand from my mouth and before I could answer she slapped my face. Hard. Harder than I would expect from someone so tiny. I let out a shriek and smiled at her, almost inviting her to do it again. She saw my expression and gave me what I wanted, another slap as she worked her entire hand into my pussy. I opened my legs wider so she could punish my cunt. Instead, she stopped abruptly. "Don't move," she said as she reached into her nightstand and pulled out a red rope. Now I hate.